Harry's POV

Fuck my life. She looked gorgeous in her ripped blue jeans and tight white tank. Don't stare at her, I told myself inside my head. But I could hardly help it, no one looked prettier than her. And then she started laughing at some joke Niall made and she looked even cuter. I just wanted to snatch her and kiss her all over. And then...

"Harry, bro, are you in this world or in a galaxy far, far away?" Liam woke me up from my intense dreaming session.

"Haha, very funny. I still haven't seen them all. The films." I told him and acted more normal.

"You have to, I'm telling you. So, you and Gracie are cool? Not weird to see her here?" Liam asked more quietly.

"Nah, everything's alright. It's a bit weird, sure. I just want to kiss her." I said and started staring at her again.

"Stop that! You're only messing your own mind. She's cute though, I give you that. C'mon, let's go and see the others." Liam said patting my shoulder and we walked over to the living room where Grace, Niall, Zayn, Perrie and Louis were hanging.

I said hi to everyone and we continued talking about nothing important. I decided to sit on the floor and sideways so I wouldn't stare Grace the whole time. But god, did I want her or what. I came back to reality once again as Niall started playing a guitar and humming some song.

"That sounds good man, new song?" I asked him.

"Thanks! It's still in the early stages, but it's going to be a smash amongst the women. Trust me. The melody is all in my head and it's basically ready. The only thing missing is the lyrics. Obviously, it's a love song. What do you think?" Niall responded and stopped playing.

"Obviously. I like the melody, it's very... Can I say beautiful?" I smiled and Niall started laughing making me laugh out loud too. He had a very catchy laugher.

"You have no idea what kind of romantics we are inside this group of lads. But don't say it aloud to anyone or we loose our street credit." Niall said and his face became more serious.

"What the hell is that? Street credit, like you have any in the first place." I responded and we all laughed some more.

"Harry, I'm actually kind of surprised you still haven't shown your talent to anyone here. I'm not telling you to start singing in front of everyone now but when are you joining us?" Liam suddenly said and if I had been the blushing type, that would've happened right then and there.

"I don't know... You have an amazing thing going on and I don't want to mess that up."

"Are you kidding? Okay, no more discussion about this. You are coming for our next practice to show us what you got. And I know you will blow everyone away." Liam said and had a determined look on his face. I nodded smiling as I knew it was not worth trying to get myself out of it either. If Liam decided something, it was settled.

"Harry, do you sing? Is that what Liam's talking about?" Gracie asked me looking very surprised. I looked at her and felt a twitch in my heart.

"Yeah, actually I do. I'm not sure if I'm any good really, but it's fun and... Yeah. I just haven't been doing it for big crowds or anything." I responded.

"He is very talented and is just being modest now." Liam chimed in and made everyone go 'ooh, wow'.

"I would like to see you sing. When you are ready." Gracie said smiling. I decided to practice my butt off and serenade her. Maybe I could get her back that way. Great, now I was coming up with fairytales in my head.

The evening went on nicely and we had a great time. I just couldn't keep myself from looking at Gracie and wanting to hold her. I knew it had been only two days after we decided to be just friends and I hoped time would make my feelings for her go down. I certainly didn't want to feel like this the whole time.

I forgot everything I had thought about my feelings disappearing within time, as she was left alone in the living room because everyone else went to the porch. She didn't want to go because she was cold. I wanted to ask her if I could help her warm up. But I couldn't do that.

"Do you want me to warm you?" I suddenly blurted out. What the fuck was wrong with my brain?

"Um... What?" She asked and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Nothing! Just a joke. So, how's it going?" Just stop talking right now I thought. This was not going good by any means. She probably thought I was weird.

"Right... Going good, nothing new really. And you?" She responded still looking at me weirdly and definitely not buying my stupid joke.

"I don't know why I asked that. It just came to my head when you said you were cold." I felt like I wanted to explain myself.

"You want to warm me because I'm cold. Aha... How would you have done that exactly?" She continued, looking more amused. She tilted her head and had no idea I went crazy for that head tilting. And she was flirting with me again, without probably even realizing it.

"You don't want to know Gracie." I fucking wanted her. I wanted to touch her. Like never before.

"But what if I do? Were you going to give me your sweater?" She didn't want to let go of the subject.

"Nah, then I would have been cold. I would have wrapped you in my arms, okay? Happy now?" I teased her and went to sit next to her on the sofa. She didn't move further away from me, she actually shifted her position so that she was sitting towards me. I could feel the throbbing in my crotch getting stronger.

Grace’s POV

Hearing Harry tell me he wanted to warm me by holding me made me feel quite good. Obviously, he still cared and wanted to be with me. He wouldn’t have said that if he didn’t. Still, why on earth did he say that? We had agreed to be just friends but considering our recent past together, this wasn’t exactly something he should’ve said to me.

He came to sit next to me on the sofa and I noticed the dimples on his cute face showing up. I loved that cheeky grin of his, it was beyond adorable.

I shifted my position towards him, subconsciously wanting to be even closer to him. Harry appeared to be somewhat uncomfortable although he was still grinning a bit. But I could see that if I touched him, he would have probably jumped off from the sofa. He was nervous, that’s what he was. And it made him even cuter to me. Being a teenager with a huge crush on someone you could never be with was totally not my cup of tea. This was a living nightmare.

“Tell me about your tattoos. You have quite a few.” I broke the silence and wanted to know. I had always been interested in tattoos myself and Harry definitely seemed to have a whole lot.

“Well, I have multiple. As you probably figured out. Some of them mean more than the others but they are all fun. Sure, I regret getting some of them, but hey, it’s life. And nothing’s really that bad!” He laughed and relaxed a bit.

“What’s your favorite? Or can you pick just one?”

“That’s really hard. But I would say the one I have on my stomach. This one…” He said and lifted his shirt. Oh dear god. Underneath his shirt was first of all, a gigantic butterfly, which looked really beautiful to me. Second of all, this was the first time I got to see his stomach and he just became even hotter to me. He definitely had nice abs showing and I even got a peek of his v-line. He didn’t rush putting his shirt back down, probably knowing exactly how I was feeling and just wanting to tease me.

“What the hell? Whoa, Harry! That’s one big insect on your tummy!” Louis said and pointed to Harry’s stomach as they came back inside from the porch.

“That looks like a painful spot to get a tattoo, but it sure is gorgeous! Did it hurt?” Perrie asked with Zayn standing beside her, his eyes glowing. He got a few tattoos himself and always talked how he wanted more.

“Well, it’s not the most pleasant feeling. And this one took quite a while to make. But you forget all about it once it’s finished. Definitely not too painful.” Harry explained and finally put his shirt down.

“I like it, it’s really pretty. And somehow suits you amazingly well.” I managed to say and snap back to reality after seeing his lower torso in front of my face.

The boys ended up playing some Playstation while me and Perrie cheered them on, although we couldn’t really care less. We were mainly talking about a fashion magazine that probably belonged to Liam’s mom and judged some of the more questionable outfits by laughing hysterically. Every now and then, I saw Harry looking at me, smiling and making funny faces to me. Why did he have to be so cute?

The clock was getting closer to midnight and we were all getting tired. Liam started to yawn like crazy and I decided we should go and let him sleep. I drove home and kept looking at my rearview mirror as Harry was driving behind me. He was smiling every time I looked at him and waving at me like mad. I wondered, if he was born with a smile on his face, since it was becoming like a trademark for him. Of course he had to pull over to my house as I parked my car. Secretly, I was happy about that. It meant I would still get to talk to him before I went home and the night wasn’t over yet.

“Young Harry, stop right there!” I said and faked my seriousness. “Are you stalking me?” I continued.

Harry tried to keep a poker face as well but he was not nearly as convincing as me, almost bursting into laughter the whole time.

“Why, yes! I am stalking you young lady!” He explained dramatically and we both started laughing.

“Oh gosh, this is what happens when we are too tired. Horrible sense of humor.” I said after we calmed down a bit.

“C’mon, tired humor is the best. See, another thing that we share.” He said and spread out his hands. I shook my head laughing and started to make my way towards the front door.

I turned around after a few steps and saw that Harry wasn’t following me.

“Are you coming?” I asked as if it was nothing, surprising even myself.

“Inside? You tell me.” He responded and was waiting for my answer.

“I think you are.” I said and smiled. Harry walked fast up to me and we went in.

Notes

Harry... Shirtless... Yes please!

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